Chapter Forty-Seven

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Chapter Forty-Seven

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Ya know, when I got off the stage and started bartending, I never thought that all of the assholes that used to hassle me would go away, but I liked the idea of the bar being between us where before there wasn’t that barrier.  

Not all of them were strictly assholes.  I understood that a lot of guys that hung out in strip clubs were just lonely, or looking for something they were missing, something they weren’t getting.  Then there were the guys that were the true meaning of the word; the skeevy, gross, inappropriate, entitled assholes that the world could be rid of.  

Then there were those annoying guys.  The ones that probably could be decent if they wanted to be, but instead chose to be entitled, super-important assholes.  

Todd was one of those.  From the second he walked in the door, I knew he was one of those guys who walked and talked like a huge dick, but I was 100% sure he had a very tiny one.  He oozed that disgusting kind of confidence that turned me, and probably every other woman he’d ever met, off instantly.  Because it wasn’t really confidence at all; it was a puffed up version of what he thought his ego was.  God, it was like he screamed ‘fucking tool’ from all the way over there.  His hair was a dirty kind of blonde with too much product and his suit was expensive-looking, but I was pretty fucking sure it was a knock-off.  

He talked loudly, so basically the entire club could hear him.  Within the first few minutes, I already knew his name, that he was in the city for a big job interview, and he’d just stopped in for lunch.  

“You got wings here, sweetie?” I cringed and was eternally thankful my waitressing career had been short-lived when he immediately followed that with a pat to Mandi’s ass.  I couldn’t hear exactly what she said back to him, but I snickered when I think her response was definitely something to do with him losing his hand if he didn’t remove it.  

What an obnoxious prick.  

And I guess it my day to share, because he seemed disinterested in the stage, and made eye contact with me instead.  Fuck.  

“I’ll take those wings at the bar,” he announced to the entire club, and made his way over to me.  

Lucky me.  

“Wow, is it hot in here, or is it just you?”

I actually burst out laughing.  I mean, I couldn’t stop myself.  He, unfortunately, thought that meant that I actually enjoyed that completely horrible line, and took that as invitation to keep going.  

“Seriously, though.  You’re the hottest girl in this place.  You dance?”

“I do not.”

“Damn.  Too bad.  I was hoping to get a lap dance with my wings.  I’d make it worth your while.  I make more money than you can spend.  I’m Todd.”  He held out his hand.  

I did not shake it.  “Can I get you something?”  I also didn’t tell him my name.  I suppose I could have told him Mallory, but I’d given her up a long time ago, and I was kind of proud that I didn’t use her this time.  

Ugh.  He wasn’t at all deterred.  “I’ll have a beer.  Whatever you have on tap.  I trust your taste already.”  

If I could have spit in it, I would have.  I sat it down in front of him.  

“I’m in town for a job interview.  Finance firm.”

“Fascinating,” I deadpanned.  

“You are so gorgeous.  Where are you from?  I’m from Jersey.”

“I’m from all over.”

“Yeah, worldly, huh?  I’ve been all over, too.  I love to travel.  Do you like traveling?”

“Nope.  I pretty much like staying where I am.”  

“I would love to take you places.”  

How charming.  “Yeah,” I said quietly, trying to look busy.  

“God, I just can’t believe how gorgeous you are.  When do you get off?  I could stick around and we could go out.”  

“Thought you had a job interview.”

“After.  I’ll come back after.”  

Thankfully his wings were ready and he could stuff his face for a minute or so.  Jesus, guys like this just never learned.  And didn’t take hints.  

I could take my break soon.  At least that would give me a while away from this asshole.  Maybe he’d find someone new to torture.  

“Hey, sexy.”  Score!  Another customer.  

“Hi.  What can I get’cha?”

“How ‘bout a Scotch?”

“You bet.”  

“You new here?”

“Nope.  Been here for a couple years.”

“Nah, really?”

“Yep.”

“I would have recognized you before.  You’re lying.”

“Nope.  I’ll tell you a secret though.”

He leaned closer, turning his ear towards me.

“I used to be a stripper,” I whispered, loudly enough for Todd to hear.  He actually stopped stuffing his face with the wings to look at me all surprised.  He scoffed.  

“Get the fuck out.  Here?”

I nodded, smiling innocently.  

“God, I bet you looked amazing on stage.”

“Nah,” I said, shrugging it off, cleaning the section of the bar he was at completely unnecessarily.  

“Don’t sell yourself short.”  He leaned over the bar, and I didn’t move.  “You have a great ass.  Nice tits.  You’re beautiful.”

I blushed, and was really amused that I pulled it off.  Todd said, “What?!” really loudly, but we both ignored him.  

He put his hand out.  “I’m Tyler.”

“Allison,” I said, shaking his hand.  

He kept it in his, pulling me forward.  “Your hands are perfect.  So soft.  I can think of a few things you could do with them.”  

“Yeah?  Bet I could, too.  I’m good with my hands.”  

“God, you’re adorable.  You’re making me hard.”  

“Yeah?  That’s good.  Can I tell you something?”  

“Another secret?”

I nodded.  

He leaned over again, but kept my hand, so I was basically bent over the bar, my tits pressed into the wood on top of it.  

“I’m so wet right now,” I whispered again, loud enough for the asshole to hear.

“What the fuck?” he said under his breath, looking completely stumped why I was so into Tyler but not into him at all.  We ignored him some more.  

“I wanna fuck you.”  

“I know a place we can go.”  

“You taking a break anytime soon?  I can hang around.  Enjoy my Scotch.  You can tell me all about it.”  

“Ten minutes.”  

I wish I could have taken a picture of this asshole.  His expression, his confusion, everything was so fucking funny.  He’d been trying to flirt with me for the better part of an hour, and he had no idea why I was giving Tyler all this play, and he got none.  

“Hey, sugar,” he called.  “Can I get another?”  Determined motherfucker.  

Sugar!?  I glanced at Tyler who rolled his eyes.  Skeevy.  Did he think calling me something completely gross would make me swoon when everything else had failed?  I went over anyway, because that was, ya know, my job, and set another beer down in front of him.  

“Hey, you know you can wax my cock any time you want, sweetheart.  You got the lips for it.  Or if you want a decent fuck, you don’t have to go off with that guy.”

Tyler pushed away from the bar and started down the length over to the guy.  He wasn’t a big guy, and I was certain he was all talk, so it wasn’t like Tyler couldn’t have taken him, but I didn’t really want him to start a fight while visiting me at work.  That had gone so well the first time, and he was just getting to be known around the club.  It would set things back in a huge way.  

It was useless to say anything, of course.  

Tyler was close enough to be dangerous but far enough away that I didn’t think he was actually going to start throwing punches.  “You want your balls ripped off and fed to you?”

Todd coughed, totally confused.  “No,” he grumbled.  

“Then back off.  Don’t talk to her.”  Tyler looked back at me.  “How ‘bout taking that break a few minutes early.  That cool?”

I nodded, smiling.  “Anatoly?”  I called.  He looked up from the table he was sitting at, going over something with Dimitri.  “I’m taking my break.”  

He nodded, making the shoo-ing hand motion.  “I’ll watch the bar.”  

I grabbed Tyler’s hand and started pulling him through the club, towards the back where all the dressing rooms were.  

“Who the fuck does that guy think he is?”

“He’s just some asshole that came in.”

He pulled on my hand and stopped for a second.  “You mean he’s never even been here before and he talked to you like that?”

I was about to tell him not to get upset about it, and not to go all boyfriend crazy and beat someone’s ass when it occurred to me.  “How long were you there before you said something?”

The anger was gone immediately.  He coughed.  “A few minutes.”

“A few minutes, huh?”

He shrugged.  “Yeah, just a few.  Just making sure I didn’t need to step in.  You were awesome.”

I laughed.  “I know my way around assholes.  Been ignoring their shit for many years.  Your entrance was good, though.”

“Yeah?”

“It was.”  I nodded.  “He was so confused.”  I giggled.  “It was so funny to see his face.”  

He chuckled.  “I thought he’d be more surprised with what we were saying.  We were pretty graphic.”

“I think he was more pissed off yours worked and his didn’t.”  I pulled on his hand again.  “C’mon.”  

“Well, I’m not a gigantic dickwad, so yeah, mine worked.”  

“You’re way cuter, too.”

“Well, yeah!”

I laughed while pushing open one of the dressing room doors.  There was no one at the vanity, but the lights were on.  Vanity was sort of a misleading word—it was a vanity in the sense that it had a place you could sit in front of the mirror and check your makeup and shit, but a few of the lights were out, and it had a decent level of seedy grime to it—it was still better than half the places I had been.  

Tyler looked around for a second, scanning the room.  “Did you use this dressing room?”

“Yes,” I said, half drowned in kissing him.  “Why?”

“Just curious.  It’s not every day you get a backstage tour of a strip club.”

I laughed against his mouth.  “I’ll give you the full tour.”  I cupped him through his jeans.  “You weren’t lying…”

“You always make me hard.  Christ, I get hard just looking at you.”  

“That’s good, ‘cause I only have a few minutes.  Think you can handle a quick tour?  We can have a longer tour at home later.”  

He smirked and backed me up to the vanity, his hands already undoing my jeans and shoving them down.  He undid his jeans enough to get his cock out, and lifted me, setting me on the end of it.  “I can be quick.”  

There was a distinct sound of scoffing from the other side of the room.  “Christ, are you really gonna do this here?  Right now?”

Tyler didn’t move, and I didn’t either.  “Yeah, we’re totally gonna have sex right now.  And I only have a few minutes before my break is over, so we’re doing whether you’re here or not.”  

She threw the mascara she had in her hand on the other vanity and got up.  “Fucking hell.  I hate you.  You suck.”  

But she left.  That was the important part.  

Tyler didn’t waste any time; the minute the door was shut again, his mouth was on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, the kiss deep and slow and wet.  Kisses like that always made me melt.  I loved that he could pour every feeling he had into a kiss.  “Been thinking about you all day.  I had to see you.  Want you so bad.  Gonna take you.”

I moaned into his mouth.  There was something even more oddly intimate about him telling me exactly what he’d been thinking about—that coming down here and fucking me quickly, or wanting to had been on his mind all day.  That he’d actually made a plan to do this.  And the desperate edge to his voice, and the way his movements were all jerky and fast, knowing the intent—I was so wet.  

Like he could read my mind, he lifted me off of the edge of the vanity, shoved my underwear down, and then pushed me back to sit on just the edge.  He fell to his knees and I yelled in surprise when his tongue started lapping at me, making sure I was wet before he just pushed inside of me.  

Considerate even when we were hurried and about to have a quickie.  He didn’t stay on his knees long.  Just long enough that he was satisfied I was wet enough.  Then he was back on his feet, grabbing at me and turning me around.  

Oh, fucking hell.  

“This’ll be better.  Come faster.”

Not to mention I could see him in the goddamn mirror.  And he knew it.  He was grinning—we were both flushed, he still had all of his clothes on, but his cock was out, hard and leaking.  My eyes caught his in the mirror just before he slipped inside, and I yelled out again at the feeling both his cock opening me up, and his fingers quickly following to rub my clit.  

We were not being quiet.  At all.  

It wasn’t a normal environment, and the idea that literally anyone could walk in at any moment—another one of the girls, my damn boss—any of them—and that I couldn’t even be bothered to give a shit.  

Yev himself could have walked in and I wouldn’t have asked Tyler to stop.  

It felt too good, and he was too fucking addictive.  It was exciting.  I think we’d definitely nailed that one of my kinks was sex in public.  

“Faster,” I breathed out, loving the way I could see him thrusting into me from the reflection in the mirror.  I loved how we looked.  The way it was so hard to focus because he was forcing sensation in all the right places so I would get off, too during this—one hand gripping my hip, and the other rubbing my clit in ways that only he knew.

The excitement level here was not something that either of us could hold in.  “Harder, Tyler.”  

He groaned again, his head dropping back while he complied; the sound of his balls slapping against my skin getting louder.  I loved feeling his cock move in me this fast; the way he knew every angle.  

I felt taken.  In the best possible fucking way.

I came screaming—and I still came first.  He knew me too well.  And I got to watch him come in the mirror, which was almost better than my own orgasm.  I was gonna be wet the entire rest of the day.  Fucker.  He knew it, too.  I’d be thinking about this until I got to leave.  

Hell, I’d think about this every day I was at work now.  Shit.  

He leaned around, turning my head and kissed me from behind.  I loved kisses like that.  Feeling him still inside me, and being kissed on top of it—it was the best kind of possessive feeling.  That I belonged to him.  Always.  

I sighed as he pulled out.  “I fucking love you, Tyler.”

He chuckled.  “I fucking love you, too.”  He hugged me from behind, pulling me back to him.  “You want me to clean you up?”

“Ever the gentleman.”  

“Well, I wouldn’t leave you all messy.  Not at work anyway.  At home that’s a different story.”  

I didn’t even answer, and he’d already started, gentle and yet, it felt no different between us than it had a few minutes ago.  I loved that about us.  That it didn’t matter if we were being quick and hard and fast, or slow and gentle; it was always the same.  The feelings were always the same.  Intimate and intense—the love was there regardless.  He kissed my temple before he stepped back, letting me get the bottom half of my clothes back on while he tucked himself back in and zipped his jeans.  

“So who was that?  Before.”

“Trina.”

“Do we like Trina?”  

I laughed.  “Yeah, she’s cool.”  

“She didn’t seem very happy.”  

I laughed.  “She’s just jealous.  They all are.”  

“Why?”

I smirked.  “Well…we sort of talk about you sometimes.”

“About me?”

“Yeah, well, about guys in general.  But you come up quite a bit.”

“Because?”

“Because they’re all jealous of my sex life.”

His grin morphed into a full-blown smile.  “Yeah?”

“They bitch about guys a lot.  Boyfriends, guys here at the club, just guys.  And you’re, well, you, so I never understood what they were talking about.  And Jordan finally told them that no one should listen to me because my boyfriend was some kind of fuck god.  I kept asking all these questions like—multiple orgasms during sex aren’t normal?  Your boyfriends don’t go down on you all the time?  They don’t make sure you come?  Shit like that.  So they’re all jealous of our sex life cause theirs suck in comparison.”  

His smile morphed again into something completely smug and satisfied.  He nuzzled his cheek against mine; the stubble was such a turn on.  “What’s a fuck god?”

I giggled.  “It’s a new term for boyfriends who are awesome at sex.”

“So this is something I can use then?  Like I should add it to the resume?  Or I can refer to myself as the ‘fuck god’ now?  Hi, I’m Tyler, the god of fucking?”

I shook my head, kissing him quickly.  “I dare you to go out there and announce you’re the god of fucking.”

“You really don’t want to tell me that.  My god complex demands that I inflate it whenever possible.”  

I sighed, touching his face.  “I have to get back to work.”

He nodded.  “I know.”

“This was nice.”

He cocked his head to the side.  “Nice?  It was nice?”

I smiled, nodding and cupping his cheek again.  I arched up onto my toes and kissed him gently.  “It’s always nice.  Do you know what I mean?”

“No.  Not at all.  I’m a fuck god.  That was hot, and intense, and hard, and I totally took you in the former dressing room where you dressed to strip.  It wasn’t nice.  It was a total fuck god move.  I took you right here in this dressing room.  It was dangerous.  Your boss, the mobster, could have come in and shot my ass!”

I couldn’t stop smiling at him.  “Yeah, it was all that.”  I kissed him again gently.  “And it’s always more.”  

He sighed.  “Ugh.  Fine.  Ruin my moment of fuck god-ery.”

“Fuck god-ery?”

“I’m a god; I can make up any words I want.”  

“It’s a good thing you’re a fuck god, ‘cause you’re also a major dork.”

“I’m versatile.”  

“You are.”  I took his hand, pulling him with me.  “C’mon, you gotta go before we’re dangerous again.”  

I walked him to the door, and really, the kiss was completely inappropriate for the workplace.  I wasn’t complaining, but Tyler definitely marked his territory, and reestablished that whole fuck god thing if anyone was questioning.  “You be home late?”

“Shouldn’t be.  Should be earlier tonight.”  

“I’ll keep the bed warm.”

I chuckled.  “You always do.”

“Although you’re hot enough to heat this whole place up, right?”  He winked at me.  

I groaned.  “Yes, that’s right.  Burning.  Like fire.”  

He kissed me again quickly, and then turned to look at Todd, instantly dangerous boyfriend again, yelling across the bar for basically everyone to hear.  “You ever say shit like that to her again, I’ll kill you.  We clear?”

Todd nodded quickly, his hands up in a defensive gesture.  “Yeah.  Yeah, man.”  

Tyler waved to me and left, and I went back around the bar, going back to putting glasses away.  

“What the fuck was that?”

I smirked.  “That was my boyfriend, asshole.”  

“Shit.  Why didn’t you just say something?”  

I shrugged, still smirking.  “Didn’t need to.”  

Todd said nothing else to me, and promptly left after he was finished with his drink.  It took Trina about five minutes to stomp her way up to the bar.

“Seriously?”

I hadn’t stopped smiling; I wouldn’t until I got home to him.  I shrugged.  “What?”

“Here?  You have to bring him here?”

“I didn’t bring him here.  He just stopped by.  Surprised me.”

“You realize now that I’ve seen him, it’s just worse, right?”

I bit my lip for a second, squinting.  I tried to be humble.  I really did.  “He’s gorgeous, right?”

She let me completely not humble.  I kinda loved her for it.  “He is one hot piece of ass, honey.  The scruffy stubble nearly killed me.  So fucking hot.  Where did you find him?  How do I find one?”

I shrugged, laughing.  “He kinda found me.  I dunno where they make more of him.  They should clone him.”

“Honey, if you ever get tired, you know where to send him.”  

I sighed.  “I will never get tired of Tyler.”  

She was smiling at me.  “You got it bad, girl.”  

“I do.  I love him.”

She nodded.  “I’m so jealous.  But you deserve it.  I’m happy for you.”

I really couldn’t even express to her how much that meant.  We didn’t really hang out or anything.  I considered most of the girls here my friends, whatever that meant as just people you worked with and never hung out with.  But it still meant a lot to me.  “Thank you,” I said, hoping that it sounded as sincere as I wanted it to.  

She sighed.  “You still fucking suck.  Flaunter.”  She smirked, and then walked away—she was going on soon.

If I wasn’t smiling enough, the text I got a little while later made me basically completely useless work-wise.  It was a good thing that bartending could be sort of mechanical.  

It was nice.  And I love you.  

I texted back: I love you, too.

But I’m still a fuck god.  

I snickered.  you are.  Trina wanted me to know that she’s available should I ever get tired of you.

That was big of her.  I doubt you’ll ever tire of a fuck god.

I staked my claim.  

So did I.  That fuckhead leave?

right after you did.

Good.  

I had to stop for a second to pour some other guy another drink and I came back to: Come home soon.  I miss you.  

Aww.  I miss you, too.  I’ll be home soon.  Should I bring dinner?

Fuck gods get very hungry.  

Chinese?

Perfect.  

see you soon.

Fuck god signing off.

you are such a dork.  

Versatile!

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